In the fetid swamps of Esfah resides a race of vile, slithering horrors. Those who speak of them do so in hushed whispers, and refer to them simply as the Swamp Stalkers. Ancient legends speak of disheartened soldiers fleeing the field of battle into the dense, impenetrable swamps, only to fall prey to Death, as he unleashed powerful sorceries at them, twisting and mutating their bodies and souls, driving them to the brink of madness. Only through the heroic intervention of Aguarehl was Death’s grip over these misshapen horrors loosened just enough to instill independence into these new creations. The Swamp Stalkers are a fearful sight to behold, strangling the life out of their victims deep in the muck and ooze of the marshlands.